Lunch is often an excuse for being somewhere.
Yesterday, I had lunch with an old friend in Pauatahanui village. He is a fellow photographer, though our styles are radically different. After the food was eaten we wandered up into the old cemetery adjacent to the Church. As cemeteries go, it 1s one of the more interesting, and probably one of the older ones in the region. Monuments and wrought iron are everywhere.
Red rust is part of the character of this cemetery, though it seems there is some kind of subsidence occurring as many of the grave surrounds are tilted at odd angles.
It is a marvel of the time that the engraving on the monument is laid out and carved with hand tools. No lasers of comprehensive font catalogues to make life easier for the stone masons of the era. The phrasing on the stones is sometimes stilted and quaint to our eyes, and often embellished by some pious sentiment.
At the gate to the cemetery is the paddock which I suspect belongs to the local school. It is presently full of sheep and their lambs, which make a pleasant change of pace from the graveyard.
Something different tomorrow.